Nettle Wine - Ralph McTell

In my country garden, underneath the mountain

With dead-nettles growing all around the door

Early every morning the sun comes up the mountain

Setting in the sea in the evening once more.

Take some water from the brook

Wondering who it was that took the stones from the mountain to build the

cottage here

Two up and two down, miles from the nearest town

I wonder who it was but the reason why is clear

Take a bunch of nettles, add a little water

Drawn from the stream running outside the door

Leave it for a month or two, bottle it and drink the brew

Watch the suns go down in the sea once more.

Take some wood to build a fire

Could you really get much higher than standing in the doorway with a glass of

nettle wine

My lady beside me, the mountain behind me

Before me the sea and the red skyline